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“You see, I’ve been so busy with work lately that I’ve been getting forgetful. Since you’re here, why don’t we all take a day to relax and unwind, just the three of us?” Hearing that, Bryan jumped up excitedly. “Yay! Mommy, can we go to the zoo? You and Uncle David were in his room playing games without me.” The room instantly fell silent. Olivia, who was rarely flustered, quickly said, “Hugh, don’t listen to Bryan. We haven’t done anything in the room. David’s just been interested in scripture lately, and I was explaining some passages to him. That’s all.” “You don’t need to explain. You’re my wife, and he’s my brother. I trust you both, and I’m sure you would never do anything to betray me

A young husband hurried past the window carrying flowers, laughing as his pregnant wife reached for his hand. The husband kissed his wife's forehead before handing her the flowers. Jessica looked away before she could watch the rest. Rain tapped softly against the glass. She barely noticed. Her colleagues laughed together in the cafeteria behind her. She couldn't bring herself to join them. She had promised herself something that morning. She had promised herself that this morning would be different. She was tired of waiting for answers. Tired of hoping things would change. She told herself the same thing on the drive to work, while changing dressings, and between patients. Yet every quiet m

Someone he made sure was his stay at home wife and nanny for ten whole years. Anytime the thought crossed my mind, I realized that if I hadn’t overheard him that day, I would never have found out. He would never have told me until his Diane, wife, was ready to come home and settle. And judging by the type of woman she was, Diane would only return when she was finally retired. They were both willing to gamble on my life, and make me waste years tending to their needs, raising their child only to be discarded like trash whenever they were ready.

“What the hell is this?” Lauren threw the paper at Amara’s face. It was a newspaper and she was on the front page. It was a picture taken while she was dancing with Lucian, and it had a caption: “ Amara Ashford has failed as a wife and has gone wild.” “It's a newspaper,” Amara responded lazily as she sipped on her coffee. “Don’t you get cheeky with me young lady? Your entire being depends on the success of this marriage.”Lauren spat bitterly as she glared at her daughter.

Gasps rippled through the restaurant as everyone whispered amongst themselves. "What the hell is wrong with you, Damon?" Amber screamed, tears welling up in her eyes. "There's no way I'm letting you go back to this asshole, Bree. I meant every word when I said I'd do anything to get you back, and I will. " Damon then turned and face the crowd. "I know what you're all thinking. You think I'm crazy. Maybe I am. But this woman, Amber, is my wife. And I love her with every fiber of my being."

she mocks. “I do,” Tom says, pulling out his phone and showing it to the woman. “That little girl isn’t his. The mother was badgering him to have an affair, and my son refused. The next day, he took his wife, thinking the child’s mother wouldn’t solicit anything while we waited for the results. My son’s wife never hurt the child and even brought her a gift. That woman then started accusing my son’s wife of vile things after planting reporters there.” “My granddaughter would never hurt a child. Anyone who knows her wouldn’t believe such stories.” Granma says.

He said it, and I could see the truth in his eyes! “I love you now and always, my man!” I said and kissed him passionately. And I guess this will be my story forever, my own happy ending. Not just Amy but Amy Lavista, the wife of Charles Lavista, the supreme lady of all the empires, and a mother. My own story!

If only there was a way I could go back in time,just to fix this one mistake. I took a cold shower,then went downstairs,Liam was watching television,I did not want to distract him,so I went straight to cooking dinner.I had not stayed long in the kitchen.He came to join me. "Have I ever told you how beautiful you are,even when you are stressed?"He sayed as he came closer and held me by the waist."I was reading a documentary today,on father relationships.I saw 90 percent of women give birth outside marriage and pin the pregnancy on there husbands.

I started pacing again, faster this time, tugging at my hair until strands came loose between my fingers. Something was wrong. Now that I was really thinking about it, really letting myself remember, the conversations came back. Weird ones. There was that one older woman … the “crazy lady of the house,” everyone had called her behind her back. She had been married to one of the nicer Hartley men, the one who smiled at parties and seemed kind. I had met her at a family gathering years ago. She had pulled me aside in the garden, eyes wide and desperate, fingers digging into my arm too tight.

She had never felt cum-ropes splatter so forcefully against her cervix. An hour later, back at the main campground, the husbands and younger kids finally returned from their long hike, tired and hungry. “Where are those wives of ours?” Jane’s husband asked the other men, looking around. “Probably just out for a walk. Wasn’t that where they were last year when we got back from the hike?” Amber’s husband John speculated casually. “I think I’ll start frying up some burgers. I need some meat inside me,” Ruth’s husband announced loudly, completely unaware of how ironic his words sounded.